You may recall that we recently had a significant storm.
Well halfway through this movie, someone must have switched reels, and suddenly we have calm sunny weather. If there is food around, the birds don’t care, one way or the other. And with Mary around, the birds are always going to get fed!
This little waxeye is perched in a macrocarpa tree that was once our family Christmas tree, and is waiting for a vacancy on the feeder.
I am always intrigued by the way that the waxeye can look cute, or angry, and yet nothing changes. It’s pretty hard to make a beak “smile”.
In the afternoon, Mary and I went to a concert of Gregorian chant put on by the very talented choir of the church of St Mary of the Angles in Boulcott Street. From my first exposure to Wellington in the mid sixties, that church has always had a superb choir. Of course back then, Maxwell Fernie was the choirmaster and he was a musical giant. The current choirmaster is a former professor of music at Victoria University, and despite the very small size of the choir now, he too, manages to coax a wonderful sound.
The building itself contributes to this. It is a ferro-cement building in the Gothic style, built to the design of Frederic de Jersey Clere and opened in 1922. At present it is subject to severe warnings about its ability to resist earthquakes. It has a warm wooden charm inside and provides a pleasant contrast to the larger blocks in the neighbourhood.
After the concert, Mary and I went up to the Mt Victoria lookout in hopes of getting a good shot of the “supermoon” rising. As we waited in the clear chilly evening, I took some shots of the view from the top and in particular, of the sunset over the city.
The moon rose, and I took a few shots but somehow the settings are all wrong.
On the way home we paused at the bottom of the hill, and I couldn’t help but be astonished that this is the same place from which just two days earlier, I had photographed the tug struggling to hold the ferry against the screaming wind.
Enough for today.